Tig is feeling deflated when Sydney goes out of her way to make sure that he doesn't accompany her to her doctor's appointment, but she shows him that playing doctor is much more fun.

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CHAPTER 67: DOCTOR, DOCTOR!

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Tig strolled up the stone pathway to Sydney's house with a smile; something that he was becoming more accustomed to having as a part of his daily routine as the days passed by. He stopped his stride as he allowed himself to take in the peaceful moment, sucking in a deep, cleansing breath of warm, summer's eve air as he admired the beautifully pink and orange painted sky beyond the tall brown house, the faint sound of country music coming from the backyard adding the final touch to the euphoric moment. But he realize that the peaceful melody wasn't the only thing that was coming from the backyard, his brows wrinkling as he let the aroma of freshly-barbecued meat lead him inside, following his nose all the way through the house and out the back door where he found Sydney swaying in tune with the song as she flipped steaks on the grill.

"Baby," he sighed, sliding up behind her where he wrapped her up in his arms as she looked over her shoulder with a grin. "You didn't have to cook," he shook his head as he kissed her jaw.

"I did." Sydney scoffed, turning in his arms where she wrapped hers around his neck, hanging off of his shoulders as she pulled him in time with the music while she leaned up to kiss him. She had been living off of takeout and coffee for weeks, she was dying to not only be able to enjoy, but to make a home-cooked meal again. "Besides," she smirked as she pulled away from his lips. "Isn't that why you got me all these groceries?"

"I got 'em so that I could feed you, not the other way around." He shook his head with a sly smile, placing his hands on her hips.

"Guess you're just gonna have to beat me to it next time," she grinned as she made to pinch his nose with the barbecue-sauce-covered tongs, laughing as he flinched.

Tig laughed with her, a warm smile radiating from his weary face as she goofed around—a sight that he was still grateful to see after such a shaky few weeks. He knew that the depth of his worry was often unwarranted, but with the life that he'd lived and the shit he'd seen, it'd become all too easy to subscribe to the idea that happiness wouldn't last.

Sydney made a show of setting the tongs down and stepping away from the barbecue where they were now out of reach, smiling when he pulled her back into his arms. "I missed this…" She whispered as she rested her head against his chest while they swayed slowly around the patio.

"I don't remember any of our dances being this slow," he chuckled with his lips on the top of her head.

"I just missed being able to do it." She lifted her head, resting her chin against his chest as she looked up at him, staring longingly into those crystal blue eyes.

"It wasn't that long, baby."

"It felt like forever…"

"Yeah…" He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess it did." She wasn't wrong. The fact that it had only been two weeks since they'd broken up was unfathomable to him, it felt like a lifetime ago with all they'd endured in just a few short days. "How was the doctor?"

"Good," she nodded, pulling away to remove the meat from the grill. Even though she had somehow managed to cross the final worry off of her list after the appointment had gone well—no signs of further muscle damage—she still wanted to keep that door tightly closed.

"Was Tara able to get him to do it for free?" He asked as he followed her inside.

"Yep," she placed the large plate on the island as she began gathering cutlery.

"Stitches come out okay?" He knew that he was pushing a touchy subject that she was clearly trying to avoid, but he'd only gotten rest, he still needed that peace of mind...

"Uh-huh," she nodded disinterestedly.

"Alright, well how does it look?" He held his hands out expectantly.

"Scarred," she shrugged. "Most of the bruising faded, it's just a little red. He said I can start driving again when I'm finished with my meds at the end of the week."

"That's good." Tig nodded. "You gonna let me see?" He raised a brow as his eyes flicked down to her thigh, which was exposed in the denim shorts that she was wearing—the wound wrapped in just a tensor bandage

"Later," she turned away from him.

"Uh, okay," he blinked a few times. "I, uh… I would've liked to be there, you know…" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I know," she nodded theatrically, rolling her eyes as she tried to keep the mood light.

"Well will you at least sit down and let me take care of this?" He gestured to the grand display of food that she was making to plate up.

"Come on, baby," she pushed herself up onto the island, dragging her foot up his leg as she arched her back in a deep stretch that she was elated to be able to do, pain-free. "Tara slipped me some morphine. I wanna take advantage while I can..." She used the best cover that she could think of before he could question her bold movements any deeper.

"You know that's not the point of taking pain meds, right? Doing things that hurt just because you can't feel it." He smiled knowingly as she straightened back up.

"Yes," she rolled her eyes playfully, as if that wasn't exactly what she'd been doing. "But it's fun to pretend," she smiled as he settled between her legs, tilting her head up and placing her hands on his sides, waiting for his lips.

Tig sighed internally as he felt his body leaning down to meet her kiss. "You sure that's not gonna get her in trouble?" He asked once he'd gathered the strength to pull away. He didn't necessarily care if Tara got in trouble, what he cared about was how Jax would react if she did.

"Eh," she shrugged as she slid off of the countertop. "There are inappropriate doctor-patient relationships everywhere, I'm not too worried about it." She spun around dramatically, giggling as she almost lost her balance.

Tig chuckled as she struggled to keep her footing, pulling her against him before she could fall. "Inappropriate doctor-patient relationships, huh?" He smirked as he held her upright.

Mission accomplished. "Yes, Doctor..." She grinned as she tugged at his collar.

"You gonna tell me where it hurts?" He purred as he slid his hands up her sides.

"Well that's your job to figure out, isn't it? Doctor?"

"Yeah…" He felt his voice drop as she looked up at him with that innocent twinkle in her eye... "Yeah, you're right," his eyes fell to her cleavage. "What about here?" He asked as his hands roughly groped her tits over the white tanktop that she was wearing, his dick twitching as she gasped. "Here?" He moved to her neck, nipping at a faded hickey.

"Mmm," she moaned. "There."

"Where?" He asked as he pressed his lips to her ear. "Here?" He bit the same spot again, a little harder this time.

"Yes," she moaned shakily as she tilted her head back further. "Fix it for me, Doctor?"

"I will, Princess," he nodded, catching her lips in a heated kiss before pulling away abruptly, forcing himself to keep the smirk off of his face when she whimpered at the loss of contact. "Get undressed and lay down on my table. I'll be right back to make you feel better." He pushed the dishes on the island out of the way before disappearing around the corner, ducking into the bathroom.

Sydney laughed at his doctor impression, letting the smile linger on her face as she did what she was told, stripping down for an examination for the second time today, only this time she wasn't worried about the results.

Tig took his time arranging his erection to a position that would be manageable long enough to keep up the charade, finally making his way back to the kitchen. "Good girl…" He nodded approvingly as his eyes feasted on the sight of her, laying across the island in her bra and panties.

"Is this good, Doctor?" She asked as she arched her back up off of the marble surface, dragging her hands up her body.

"This is perfect, Princess," he nodded, trailing his fingertips up the inside of her thigh, watching the goosebumps break out over her tanned skin. "Does this hurt?" He asked as he flattened his hands against her thighs, dragging them all the way down to her feet.

"Mmm, no, Doctor." She purred as her eyes slipped shut.

"Good," he smoothed them back up. "What about this?" He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the island. "How does that feel?"

"Good," she moaned as he ground his denim-covered crotch against her, doing her best to grind back against him until she felt her leg being lifted onto his shoulder.

"And this?" He asked with his lips against her ankle, sliding a hand back up her thigh where he brushed his fingers over her lace-covered mound.

"Yes, Doctor," she shivered, squeaking as her eyes flew open when she felt his hand slide into the side of her panties, and his hot mouth on her sensitive foot.

Tig smiled against the sole of her foot where his tongue had darted out daringly over the soft skin. "You like that?" He narrowed his eyes animalistically, feeling them gloss over with lust as she sucked her pouty lip between her teeth and nodded, elated that she once again responded more than favorably to his extension of their sexual boundaries. He felt goosebumps of his own rippling across his skin, under his clothes as he sucked her dainty toes into his mouth, curling his tongue around them as he began slowly massaging her clit.

"Right there, Doctor..."

Tig let her revel in the pleasure a little longer, focusing his efforts on perfecting the build now that he had mastered the release, pressing a kiss to the sole of her foot before gently lowering it down as he leant over her, his fingers trailing down to her slit, slowly pushing inside of her as he approached her lips. "Is this helping, Princess?" He whispered, his waiting mouth absorbing her breathy moan.

Sydney whimpered and writhed as she tried to soak up the moment for as long as she could as he scissored his fingers inside of her, finally giving in under his demanding gaze. "It is…" She choked out. "But, I think that you need to go in and fix the problem, Doctor..."

"I think that's a good idea," he nodded as he slowly slid his digits out of her, replacing her panties before bringing his coated fingers up to her mouth where she sucked off her own juices, taking them into his own mouth as he straightened up.

Sydney dragged her feet up his sides, hooking her ankles over his shoulders where she eagerly leveraged herself so that he could slide her panties down. "Such a perfect patient..." He mused as he gently removed the white lace from her perfect body, lowering himself to his knees where he slid her legs down his shoulders, and pulled her straight into his mouth.

Sydney dug her heels into his back as she felt his tongue on her, no longer wasting any time teasing her. "What does it taste like, Doctor?" She felt her hips instinctually rocking towards him.

"Tequila sunrise," he grinned, nipping at the inside of her thigh.

"I thought it was supposed to be sex on the beach?" She giggled.

"It's all the same, doll," he licked a long stripe through her folds. "Sweet," another lick. "Juicy," another. "Perfection," he growled, sucking her clit into his mouth while teasing her entrance with his tongue. "How does this feel, Princess?"

"I think you're getting closer…" She lifted her hips up off of the counter, gasping when she felt him push her back down—resting his arm across them to keep her in place.

"I'm gonna give you an injection. You tell me how it feels, okay?" He told her as he slid a finger into her, getting back to work with his tongue.

Sydney didn't answer, letting her increased moaning do the talking for her as she moved in any way that she could, gripping the edge of the counter and pressing her head back against the marble until she felt herself getting dizzy.

"Is it helping, Princess?" He asked with a satisfied smile as he watched her begin to lose control under his touch.

"I—" A low moan came from deep in her throat as she tried to answer. "I think I need a stronger dosage..."

Tig smiled as he got to his feet, reaching for his belt buckle. "This one might hurt a bit…" He told her as he pulled his dick out, raising a brow. "It's a big needle..."

Sydney giggled, trying not to break character as he smiled down at her smugly. "I can take whatever you give me, Doctor," she nodded as she spread her legs open before him.

"That's what I like to hear, Princess," he growled as he lined up with her entrance. "And this is what I like to see," he nodded as he slicked himself with the abundance of wetness pooling between her legs.

"You're just good at what you do, Doctor," she looked up at him with those glossy doe eyes that put every pornstar that Tig had ever seen, to shame.

"This should ease some of the discomfort," he told her as he pressed his thumb against her clit and slid into her slowly, his eyes rolling back as he listened to the long whine come from her lips as he fully sheathed himself, pulling back just as slowly. "You're doing good, Princess..."

"Am I tight enough, doctor?" She whimpered breathily as he slid back in.

"Oh yeah, baby," he groaned. "Can you flex for me?"

"Like this?" She looked up at him innocently as she squeezed her inner muscles around him.

"Yeah," his eyes blinked rapidly. "Just like that... You've been doing a good job taking care of yourself, Princess," he rubbed her clit faster.

"Oh I can't possibly take the credit for that, Doctor. My old man takes real good care of me..."

Tig shivered as the words "old man" leaving her lips elicited the slightest twitch of her inner walls. "Does he?" He raised a brow as he thrusted into her roughly, smirking at the hiccuped gasp that escaped her.

"Mhmm…" She felt him swelling inside of her, flexing again as she rubbed her hands over her tits.

Tig let his eyes fall closed as his hips began snapping quicker and quicker, her moans getting louder and louder until he felt her tightening around him, pulling himself together so that he could finish strong.

"I'm almost finished, Princess..." He took her face into his hands, looking deep into her eyes as he continued to fuck her. "Just need to find the right spot, and then it's time for your medicine."

"I can swallow it all, Doctor," she nodded eagerly.

Tig felt a spark of excitement when the heavenly words left her pouty lips, his pupils fully blowing out with lust as he rubbed his thumb over her clit even faster, hoping to bring her to her release quickly now that he knew what was waiting for him at the finish line.

Sydney yanked him to her lips when she felt her orgasm nearing, kissing him ferociously as he dragged her over the edge, revelling in the vision-blurring pleasure for a few seconds before she pushed him away, and slid off of the counter.

Tig groaned when he felt her mouth on him the instant that she fell to her knees before him, his head rolling back as she sucked him into the back of her throat. He placed a hand on the smooth marble of the island to stabilize himself, feeling his dick swelling bigger and bigger in her hot little mouth until he finally bursted, pulling away and lifting her to her feet where he claimed her mouth instantly, tasting the combination of their releases while their chests both heaved against one another.

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Hale sat back against the uncomfortable chair in the security room as he watched the surveillance camera where Otto was sitting alone in the small room, slumped over the metal table, hardly looking up when Stahl entered.

"Here is your statement," she told him as she crossed the room, placing the transcript down on the table. "Can you make sure we've got it all right, please?" Otto leaned over slightly, his damaged eyes looking over the paper. "I hope you had a nice visit," she stood above him with her hands on her hips.

"I did, thanks," he deadpanned.

Stahl nodded as silence filled the room again. "You sign, then I'll sign," she didn't have the energy to continue trying to make small talk with the quiet criminal.

"Shit…" He grumbled.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't have my glasses," he shook his head in frustration as he tried to read the small print of the legal document. "Did I say this was June, or July?" His handcuffed wrists came up to rest on the cool metal of the table as he pointed to the date.

Stahl leaned down. "It looks like July to me—" Before she knew it, she felt an unbelievably strong force on the back of her head, slamming her face down into the table. She screamed as the pain crashed through her face, trying to suck in a breath when she felt herself being lifted up, but before she could fill her lungs, she was slammed back down.

"Oh, shit!" Hale yelled as he watched the horror unfolding across the fuzzy monitor.

The attack didn't last long before Otto felt himself being hauled off of her and thrown to the ground, laughing hysterically as the guards kicked their steel-toed boots into his spine. The deal had been made and his wife was free, but there was no way that his testimony against the club would hold up in court after a stunt like this.

Hale turned around as two guards escorted a stunned and bleeding Stahl into the small room, rushing over to her with a wad of paper towels that he held up to her bleeding mouth. "Get off me!" She yelled, shoving him away at the same time that she shook off the two men that were holding each of her arms. "Get off me," tears of humiliation filled her eyes as the anger spread through every cell of her body while she stared at the screen which showed the animal of a man being thrown against the table with a sick smile on his face. She should've known better than to try and negotiate with terrorists.

"Ma'am," she heard behind her, recognizing the voice as belonging to the lead commander that had been assigned to tracking Cameron Hayes. "Our search of the ports turned up nothing, and we've lost the trail on Hayes."

"I'm gonna bury these assholes." This was no longer negotiation, this was war.

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Be honest… Are we really that surprised that Tig has a foot fetish? :/

Song for this chapter

Drunk On You - Luke Bryan